chapter 4

Sarah wriggled and shook and heaved herself, sometimes seeming to surge an inch forward before gelatinous elasticity inexorably drew her back where she started.

"No no no!" she wailed in frustration as her body just jiggled in place, like shaking a cube of jello stuck on a toothpick. She cursed her lack of self control. If only she hadn't gobbled up those pastries ... but she had. She had gotten too fat and now she was stuck.

Suddenly she heard the rush of a window being lifted behind her and the soft thud of someone jumping down. Sarah tried to look but between the cage and her own bulk could catch only the glimpse of a thin tan leg as someone approached her exposed backside.

"My my ... need some help there, dumpling?" asked a new voice. "You're looking a little stuck," she said with a chuckle, poking her finger into Sarah's wobbling butt cheek.

"HEY!" Sarah cried out as the pokes continued, with a few pinches and a slap thrown in for good measure. Sarah kicked her feet back and forth ineffectually unable to reach the girl standing by her butt. Sarah was helpless and completely at her mercy and they both knew it.

"I could tell you were a chubby one when we carried you down, but you've really fattened yourself," she said using two hands to gather and pinch all of one fat cheek. "I never would have believed anyone could get so much fatter in just a day, you must be a natural porker." She bent down and picked up the remains of Sarah's fallen skirt and laughed.

"Look!" she said, though Sarah couldn't, "You got so fat you popped your skirt! ... It was an elastic one! ... like, the biggest one we have." She tossed the skirt through the bars toward Sarah's face.

"Did you think a butterball like you could escape?" she asked, spanking Sarah's bottom and eliciting a yelp. "I bet you'd be out of breath just going up the stairs. Even if you got outside a fatty like you isn't going to outrun us."

Sarah started kicking and scraping her foot on the floor and lunging her body at the gap again in desperation, pushing with all her indignant fury on the bars with her hands to try and wobble through. She'd show them.

"I may not be able to outrun you..." Sarah gasped in between panting breaths, "... but you won't be able to drag me back!" If only she could just get through.

"Oh my precious like dumpling, you know I wouldn't have to drag you," said the somewhat familiar voice as it walked to the other end of the cage.

"NO!" Sarah shouted in dismay, remembering what was waiting for her there.

The girl stepped through the bars effortlessly and picked up the pastry platter, then turned to face Sarah directly. It was Asherah ... only different, and not just in her manner of speaking.

Ash appeared as thin again as she had been at the start of the morning, if not thinner. Her hair looked like it might be a little bit longer, but it was hard to say as it was pulled back in a ponytail with just bangs on one side hanging free, partially covering one eye.

Her clothes were different too. Cut off jean shorts emphasized her long legs and a short white tube top crossed her chest at the armpit and at her ribs only an inch below her bust, really more a bra than a top. She also wore dirty brown boots. Actually all of her was a little dirty, with streaks of dried mud on her legs, bits of leaves in her hair and the sheen of sweat on her skin, she had obviously been working hard outside a while.

"Ash?" Sarah asked, and Ash smirked as she strutted, a sexy wiggle in her hips as she brought the addictive pastries closer and closer.

"You know you can't resist," she held up a muffin and moved it side to side, watching how Sarah's eyes followed it, her attention locked on.

"No..." the plea came out as a whisper. "No more... I'm too fat... I'm stuck..." But Sarah opened her mouth as soon as the muffin came in range anyway, leaking drool onto the floor. "Plea-fhu," Please, she had tried to beg, but was it for mercy or was it for the muffin? She herself did not know.

"See? You'd drag your own fat ass back here, we'd just reel you in like a fish." Sarah did feel a bit like a fish caught by a hook in its mouth, except instead of a hook it was a delicious muffin. Much more pleasant she had to admit, so pleasant actually she went cross-eyed with bliss as all the tension left her body.

As soon as she swallowed, a rigid finger inserted into Sarah's deep belly button and in twitchy fits began rooting for the bottom.

"NO-O... AH-AH-AHAHAHAH! STO-STOP-STOPFHMF" Sarah would have choked but the tickling did stop for a moment then allowing her to chew - and breathe.

"SHTOP DWOOING DISH I'M SHTUCK AW-WEDDY!" Sarah protested with a mouth full of cheese danish.

"You're not stuck... you just can't move forward, that's different."

"FY FELLY FU WIG! WIFF-WU FWAKE ME WANY FATTER FY FELLY WON FIT-FWU! ... GULP," Sarah finally dared to swallow.

"Yes," Ash said as she walked around to Sarah's back, "your belly really has blown up like a blimp hasn't it." She began poking Sarah's rolls of back-fat, starting at the arm pit and moving down toward her bulging love-handles.

"EE-HEE-HAHA HA! NO! NO! STOP! NO FAIR!" ticklish Sarah screamed. But the tickling did not stop until her tormentor felt like it. Sarah was still giggling as she slipped her arms around Sarah's belly, attempting a bear hug, but not even coming close.

"Your belly is so big I can't even reach around it ..." She thought silently for a moment while playing with Sarah's belly. "Hmm, I really like having you trapped and helpless like this but that angle is getting kind of boring. I guess it's time to put you back."

"No! Pull me through, I won't go back! Help me!" Sarah wailed in a panic.

"Silly piggy, you were never gonna fit through there," Ash said as she walked back around the other side where Sarah could see her, hands on her firm hips.

"It's magic! See?" she continued, "A skinny girl like me can go in or go out," she stepped back and forth between the bars with no problem. "Piggies like you can go in no matter how big and fat they are, but it will never let you out ... well not until it's time."

Ash walked directly behind Sarah, stood between her legs and grabbed Sarah's knees pinning them to her own hips. With a single heave she pulled Sarah all the way back into the cage - the wooden posts that had previously held Sarah fast suddenly felt more like thick ropes instead, parting easily.

Unable to hold her own weight up, Sarah crashed down unceremoniously onto the pillows she had previously laid out for kneeling on.

The visitation by the witch; the compulsion to stuff her self; fattening up so much so fast - there had been signs of magic before this but always just subtly enough she could ignore it. Nothing like feeling something solid change in you hands like that! Sarah's mind reeled, her sense of reality shook. She needed to get away.

Laboriously she rose to her hands and knees. She turned and began to crawl, as fast as her bloated and wobbling form allowed, back towards the corner and the mattress where she had awoken - her mind searching for a safe place where there was none.

"Oh, is this a race piggy?" giggled Ash. Just as Sarah's knees were on the mattress, she pounced. Straddling Sarah she scooted her crotch back to sit her weight on Sarah's hips, and lay her body flat on top, putting her head over Sarah's shoulder. Her left hand came over the top and held the now half finished pastry platter under Sarah's nose, while the other slid a thick pillow underneath.

"Mmmmm, yummy!" she said, as if feeding a toddler. Sarah wanted to cry. Was it really hopeless? Instead she lifted one to her mouth and started to chew.

Ash's hands were free to roam then, Sarah being defenseless with one hand holding herself up, while she mindlessly fed herself with the other.

"Wow, I can feel you get fatter by the second!" exclaimed an amazed Ash, reaching as far around as she could and pressing her palms into the sides of Sarah's gut. Sarah could too. She could only emit a nervous whine, continuing to stuff her face, as she felt her belly button - the apex of her belly - arrive at the mattress.